I want to be here I want to be here till the sea dries up and the heavens brush your lips To be by your side to be in your mind and in between your sheets can we do this forever? can we never quit on each other? Saschia Johnson
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Flicker
The curtains blow in the breeze deep sea blue with white corals sewn into the bottom the breeze let’s the light in the air spins and whirls around like a merry-go-round There’s no leaves to kick up only dust specs of dust flicker in the sun she smiles at natures dance she smiles at meContinue reading “Flicker”
Churned
Churned soil jumps and dances If you were to ask me, jumping and dancing is wonderful when it’s humans doing it but when the soiljumps and dances that means something bigger than us is happening. Saschia Johnson
A Good Rest
She closes her eyes,the bed bugs have scuttled off into the woods, and the moths gathered around her neighbor’s bug shocking light. A breeze tickles her nose so she pulls the blankets up up up over her shoulders. She dreams of singing skeletons and dancing dead men who church chocolate with small men from aContinue reading “A Good Rest”
Mom Duty đ´
Singing birds singing souls Twitchy eyes and wiggly toes I think I see it, a comfy bed Where I can rest and lay my head. Saschia Johnson
Rest Will Come
Jayne.Press¡2 days ago Dignity is to dream without ceasing She wiggles her toesand reaches toward the heavensitâs not so far, she heard in a songthe heavens, that is. It ismuch closer than we think. At leastthatâs what they tell us. is it hope that I cling towhile I wrestle with his faithfaith in me faithContinue reading “Rest Will Come”
Go Out and Give it Away
You know that thing youâre clinging on to too tight, itâs time to give it away. The tighter you squeezethe less it can breathe Give it away. Stop holding it secretor hostage or in the dark cornerof your closet Give it away. It wasnât meant to besaved for only you andthe few you choose GiveContinue reading “Go Out and Give it Away”
And Then I Sleep
Thereâs a drummer in my ear Iâve been just about to tears since theystarted three days ago I donât know why theyâre here.but they are, so I listenand I hum and I sway and I write in ways that might justrecord what theyâd have to say iftheir music spoke words and then, I sleep peacefullyContinue reading “And Then I Sleep”
The Wind Collector
What does it mean to be a whole person? He toils awayhis days tossed like the dirty laundrythatâs left next to the hamper.Not an ounce of passionpulses through his tired veins.His insides sink below the earthwhile his muscle memory does the work Am I of any use here? he shouts to the heavens.The wind places itselfContinue reading “The Wind Collector”
She Holds the Knife
âChallenge Your Perceptionâ A Short Story in response to Know Thyself Heal Thyself Jayne.PressFeb 15 ¡ 2 min read She paces toward the bathroom. Her loafer slippers drag against the floorboards to the beat of the music. The bedroom is cool but the rest of the house is a thousand degrees. âItâs never ok to hurt someone, not physicallyContinue reading “She Holds the Knife”
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